poetry by j matthew waters

waiting on the other side

my angel waits patiently
neither complaining of doing nothing
nor withering away over time
she’s played this game before
and pretends that I don’t see her
standing silent like a lampstand
wherever did she take them
those como se dice ‘yesterdays’
when all we did was our own thing
disappearing for years on end
barely carrying a pulse and not caring
what tomorrow would bring
how could I never fully comprehend
my angel is my lady luck
smiling at me from afar
and whispering sweet promises
only I would understand
teetering on the outer edge
how I wish she was with me now
contemplating nothinghttps://jdubqca.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/waiting-on-the-other-side.mp3
march two thousand fifteen
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I did it too, sometimes. It gave deeper feeling than when we read them in front of audience. I usually read the poem out loud in the silent woods or against the rattling branches blown by the heavy wind blows. It is so nice.